Title: His Majesty
Author: WarpedMinded and Anon
Chapter: 1/3
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Word Count: 3,517
Warning: Slavery
Summary: Spike, the Prince, becomes King when his father goes missing.
Disclaimer: We do not own BtVS or any of its characters. We do not make any money off of this.
Note: This is a role-play between WarpedMinded and Anon. Warped = Xander. Anon = Spike.
A/N: This fic doesn't really have a specific setting in time. Sometimes it seems like it takes place hundreds of years ago and others it seems more modern. I apologize for that. Just ignore it.

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Alexander was pushed with another group of boys into a room where they were put in a single file. He was shivering at the thought of being taken to a home where he would have to do 'naughty' things. It was wrong, he was meant to be a home with his mother and father. He was supposed to be their heir. But instead, they sold him to the slave traders that came through the small town and bought him for 20 shillings.

His heart started to pound when the door opened and some people came in and chose which ones to take and use as servants.

Xander kept his head down, his shaggy brown hair covering his face.

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Prince William walked with his father, the King, into the room they were keeping the boys for sale. Last week had been his 6th birthday, and as tradition in his family went, he was now appointed a personal servant. That's why they were there today, to pick out the person that would work for William for the rest of his life.

He held onto his father's hand tightly, trying to ignore the boys his age crying for their mothers and fathers or begging to go home. Even though he knew it was necessary, he still felt bad for doing what he had to do. Standing at the end of the room he looked down the line of boys until his eyes froze on a brunette boy whose face he couldn't see. He could tell the boy wasn't crying, which encouraged William to point at him and look up at his father.

"That one," he said simply in his English accent.

The King smiled down at his son, proud that he did something he knew was difficult, and told the worker which boy they wanted.

Xander tried to shake off the men that grabbed him. "No don't touch me!" he cried, his childish voice sounding so out of its element.

When he was presented to William and the King, his eyes widened and he looked down nervously. He may be a little deviant but he knew never to insult royalty. He bowed down, his body shaking with the lack of food and water.

"King. Prince."

William frowned when he saw the boy shake and looked up to his father.

The King saw the shaking as well and turned to the workers, yelling at them for not taking care of the kids properly.

The Prince took the opportunity to introduce himself to the brunette, "Hello, I'm Prince William. What's your name?"

Xander looked into William's eyes. "I'm Alexander," he said softly and looked away. He stood up and stepped closer to William, showing that he acknowledged he belonged to the Prince.

The six-year-old Prince waited with his new servant until his father was done reprimanding the workers. When the King turned back to them with a smile, William took his hand and the three of them left the building to head back to the castle.

Once they arrived the King told his son that he had things to attend to and that his personal servant would be out soon to take Alexander and start his training.

While the two boys waited William tried to start a conversation. "So what do you do for fun?"

Xander bit his lip, unsure of what to say. "I used to play in the sand. But I always made sure to play in the clean sand, not the one the animals used." He giggled a little and reached over to hold William's hand. "Can I hold you hand? I don't wanna get lost," He asked a little apprehensively.

William nodded and held Alexander's hand firmly.

Just then his father's personal servant came in and smiled to himself when he saw the boys holding hands.

"This way boys. We'll start the training in the playroom," he said as he turned and started to lead the way.

William turned to his new servant as they walked, "You can call me Wil by the way. Do you want me to call you something else?"

Alexander gave a nod, "I'm called Xander. You can call me that if you want." He smiled, his brown eyes showing how glad he was to be there and away from the cruel hands of the slavers. When they got to the room he almost gasped at the size. "This is a playroom? It's huge!"

William and his father's servant, Edward, laughed aloud. "Most royal families have multiple children so this room was made for all of them to play in. Young Prince William is an only child, as his mother died while giving birth and the King fell in love with me shortly after," Edward explained.

William nodded and hugged Edward, showing his love for the man who was like a second father to him.

Xander looked unsure at how to react. "That is alright here; two men loving each other?" The church his family had kept making him go to always said that sodomy was a sin. But how come these people were happy then?

"If the King says it's allowed; then it's allowed," Edward answered simply. "Now we must start the lessons. Alexander, are you prepared and willing to serve Prince William in any way, shape, or form, for the rest of your life?"

Xander, just realizing what he was going to be, felt tears come to his eyes. "Have you ever been hurt? Or forced to do anything?" he asked Edward quietly peeking at Wil nervously.

Edward quickly dropped to one knee and pulled Xander into a hug. "No, no, no my dear boy. The King is very kind to me, and all his servants. And William has a heart as big as his father's so I'm sure he will be the same. Do not fret, young one, he will treat you well."

Xander sniffled as he nodded, "Alright. I promise I will be a good servant to Wil. For the rest of my life I will."

William jumped up and down in excitement, yelling and grabbing onto Xander as he did so.

Edward laughed and allowed the two boys a moment to rejoice before calling their attention. "Enough. Now it's time for me to train Xander in how to serve you, Prince William. You may go play; we do not need you yet."

"Okay!" William said, still smiling, as he ran off to play on the other side of the room.

Xander giggled as he watched Wil run. "I heard someone talking about us only being used for sex. What's sex?" He thought for a second and whispered worriedly, "Will it happen to me?" His eyes were wide.

Edward laughed harder than he had in a long time and patted Xander on the back. "If you're lucky," he managed to get out. After he calmed himself he took a few deep breaths before replying. "You are much too young to know about sex. Wait a few years and you will be taught everything you need to know about it. Okay?"

Xander nodded while looking at Edward with a stern gaze. "It doesn't hurt?" That's the only question he asked that he needed to know the answer to at that moment.

Edward could tell that Xander wanted an answer and decided that this was a question he could answer. "If done properly, it can feel like the best thing on Earth. If not, then it could be the worst."

Xander nodded, "Thank you for telling me the truth. What do you need to train me for?" He smiled at Edward brightly.

Edward smiled back and started to explain to Xander everything that he would be taught and why. After a few hours of lessons, Edward dismissed Xander for the day and told him to go and play with William.

Xander ran over to Wil and plopped down beside him. "Are you thirsty?" he asked sweetly his face happy and showing that he was glad to be around Wil, even if he did have to serve him.

"No, I'm fine." Wil smiled and handed Xander one of the wooden soldiers he was playing with. They played for a while before lunch was served at a small table in the middle of the room.

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It was 12 years later and Prince William was now known as Spike. The 18 year old stood out on the balcony to his room and smoked. It had been 3 years ago today that his father and Edward disappeared. The two had finally gotten married and went to Ireland on a honeymoon. After being there for a week, they were never heard form again. After that, William wasn't himself. He became fearsome and angry at the world. He started to go by the name Spike and dress in tight black clothes.

Flicking the cigarette over the balcony railing he turned to go back into his room. It was about two in the morning and he needed to try and get some sleep.

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Xander watched Spike carefully the last few years. He made sure to never upset the blonde and also tried to stay out of his way. But one day he stepped into the bathroom right as Spike was showering. "I'm sorry, master Spike." He kept his eyes averted as he tidied up the washroom.

Spike ignored Xander and rinsed the shampoo out of his bleached blonde hair before stepping out. He didn't bother to cover up as he dried off his hair and moved into his bedroom to get dressed, planning on spending the night out instead of in bed like he should.

Xander felt his heart break. He has been harboring feelings toward his master for quite some time, but Spike didn't even notice him anymore.

"Who are you and where is my best friend?" he asked harshly as he walked out of the bathroom and into Spike's room.

Spike continued to ignore Xander and got dressed. After donning his customary duster he fished in the pockets for his cigarettes and lit up before finally turning to his servant.

"What do you want? I've got places to be."

Xander bit his lip as he glared defiantly. He said the only thing that would get a true reaction out of Spike, "I'm leaving. Breaking the vow and not being your servant anymore. Edward is gone so the promise is nullified. You obviously don't need me anymore." He threw down the cleaning cloth for good measure.

Spike growled and slammed Xander up against the wall. "You're not going anywhere! Do you hear me?! I'll chain you up if I bloody well have to!"

Xander cried out in pain and looked at Spike with a betrayed expression. "You promised me you would never hurt me. I don't know what kind of monster you became but I don't want to see you hurt anyone ever again! You have no right just because you are the King. Your father would be so ashamed of you right now."

Spike was shocked and it showed on his face as he took a step back, letting go of Xander. He overcame his shock quickly and just looked angrier than ever. "Don't talk to me like that," he said calmly. "I'm warning you, Xander."

"Or you'll do what? Treat me like the bitch I am?" Xander shook his head as tears filled his eyes. "I don't even know you anymore. What happened to the boy I fell in love with, and the boy who giggled at the word sex. Is he gone for good or will he come back for me before you kill me?"

Spike forced himself to back off and breathe for a second. He needed to calm down. "I'm not going to kill you, Xander, you know that. You just can't leave me, pet. I won't let you." He sighed and put out his cigarette in a nearby ashtray before rubbing his hands over his face.

Xander looked at the cigarette in disdain. "Why don't you quit smoking? It's really not becoming of you, master." He went over and threw the ashtray and the cigs out the window and into the bushes.

Spike barely held onto his temper, his fists clenching as well as his teeth. "I'll do what I like, servant. Now that my father's gone, I am King! So you will watch yourself in my presence!"

Xander started to take off his clothes, "Master. Fine. I am the sex slave you bought when we were six fucking years old. You can start treating me like a whore now, since we are old enough!" He yanked off his trousers and his under shorts. He stood naked in front of his crush and then knelt down, his knees spread apart, head down, and arms behind his back. "I'm yours to use and trash, master."

Spike sighed and sat heavily on his bed. He didn't want this. He wanted his father and Edward back. He wanted to be a Prince instead of the King again. To his horror he started to feel tears run down his face and he sniffled a bit.

Xander pulled on his under garments and got up to hold Spike. "I know you miss them. I miss them too. They were like parents to me also." He kissed the top of the blonde's head. "I'm sorry I hurt you. You're just scaring me."

Spike wrapped his arms around Xander and cried harder than he ever had in his life, harder than when he was first told that his father and Edward were missing. He cried for what felt like days but was really only a few minutes before he calmed down. Now completely warn out, he simply removed his duster before lying back in his bed. He was about to fall asleep before he realized something wasn't right. Opening one eye he saw Xander standing by his bed, so grabbing one of the servant's hands, he pulled him into the bed with him.

Xander lay beside Spike and in only a few minutes he let out a soft sigh and molded against Spike's back. "I love you, Spike. No matter what. I have loved you for years."

Spike sighed softly and held onto Xander's hands. "I love you too, pet. I have since the day we met," he said as he drifted off into a deep restful sleep.

Xander bit his lip as he watched Spike sleep. His fingers ran though the blonde tufts of hair. "I'm always yours, until you or I die." He fell asleep with his head resting against Spike's shoulder.

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Spike woke up the next morning and groaned, feeling like he had been hit by a carriage. Cracking one eye open he looked around the room and saw that it was bright, having not ordered Xander to close the curtains last night. Pulling the pillow out from under his head he put it over his face and groaned even louder. He didn't want to get up today.

When Spike moved Xander's head dropped onto the bed and he left out a groan of annoyance. "Don't move," he sighed, moving closer to Spike and laying his head on his best friend's chest.

Spike threw the pillow off of his face and onto the floor before looking down at the head on his chest. He thought about how bad he had been treating everyone, especially Xander, since his father and Edward went missing.

"I'm sorry, Xander," he said softly as he ran a hand through the other man's shaggy brown hair.

Xander gave a sad shrug. "I kind of understand. They were like fathers to me too. But I never treated anyone different. I believe they will be back someday."

Spike hummed, agreeing, and said, "That would be nice. To not only know that they are okay, but to not be King anymore. I bloody hate it." He sighed and sat up, moving Xander's head from his chest to his lap. "We should get up, I have things to do. But I don't want to."

Xander chuckled, "I'll help you, like when we were younger. If... if you want me to," he hastily added. He climbed out of bed and pulled on his servant vest. He was only wearing his undershorts and the vest. He looked around for his trousers. "Do you see my trousers anywhere? They fell right there." He pointed to the spot they should have been in.

Spike eyed the brunette's body before he forced himself to stop. He climbed out of the bed and looked around on the floor with Xander, finally finding the pants under the pillow he had thrown on the floor.

"Here you go, pet. I need to change out of these clothes. Bloody stupid of me to fall asleep fully clothed," he mumbled the last part as he got undressed and then redressed in fresh clothes.

Xander smiled as he walked up to Spike and straightened out Spike's vest collar. "You look very nice, my King." He gave a shy smile and kissed the blonde's cheek affectionately. "You have a gathering with the King from the country next to us. He should be waiting there now." Xander looked down, visibly upset. "I... I think it is about him trying to marry his daughter to you, for her to be Queen."

Spike laughed as he walked out the door, "Like that's going to bloody happen."

About an hour later he finally convinced the neighboring King to "piss off" and leave him alone, which the King was not happy about, but Spike didn't care. Now that that was over he sat at his desk in his office and went over some papers, signing some and throwing out others.

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Xander walked in with a cup of tea. "My King? Would you like me to rub your back?" He smiled cheekily as he stepped closer to Spike. "I would think that all the steam billowing out of your ears is a sign on tension or frustration."

Spike sat back in his chair and rubbed his face before taking a sip of the offered tea. After looking over the papers on his desk he decided that it was time for a break. Getting up, he moved to the small couch in his office and sat down. "A back rub would be nice, pet. Thanks. This work is killing me."

Xander nodded his head cordially and started to gently rub the tension out of Spike. He flew off the couch a few minutes later when Rupert Giles bound into the room.

"William, are you ready for your lessons today? That means you too Xander." He smiled at them as he stepped into the office.

Xander couldn't help but chuckle, "Well, Mr. Giles. I am guessing you had some fun recently. Was it a horse or the stable master Ethan Rayne that bit you?" He pointed to the small hickey on Giles' neck.

Spike laughed aloud as Giles blushed a fierce shade of red and held a hand to his neck, covering the hickey.

"Yes, well I do believe that is none of your business. Now, time for your lessons, shall we?" Giles sputtered out as he adjusted the books in his free hand.

Xander gave Spike a finishing rub before helping the blonde up. "Come on, King. Let's go to the lesson room." He walked through a doorway and into a small room with chairs and small tables.

Giles followed his students in and started reading text from famous author and asking who wrote them. They were taught everything from arithmetic, to English, to history, and art history.

"Any questions?"

"No. We done?" Spike asked is teacher with a glare, hating his lessons.

Giles sighed and took off his glasses to clean. "Yes, we are finished William."

"Good," Spike said, already on his way out the door.

Xander rolled his eyes, "Spike, please. This will help eventually. You don't want to be known as the dunce King." He walked over to Giles and shook his hand. "Thank you for teaching me too. I know I don't do too well, but I really try."

Giles smiled, "I know you do, Xander. Ethan wanted me to tell you two "hello". And he hopes you both will come out for a ride on the new horses."

Spike continued down the hall, walking past his office and into the throne room. He refused to ever go in here, only entering when he wanted to think about his father, everyone knew not to bother him when he was in there. He sighed and sat down on the King's throne, once his father's rightful place, but now his.

Xander decided now was the time to go visit with Ethan and Giles. He followed their tutor outside and towards the stables. When he walked inside he was hauled up into a tight hug and he laughed the whole time. "Mr. Rayne."

Ethan laughed as he gave Giles a kiss on the cheek. Xander sat with them and chatted about nothing in particular for the next few hours.